[JEMMA]

New Storyline of Sex Education....

Like Father, Like Son
I grew up on a farm in central Malacca, which meant that I didn't get to see many folks very often. So it wasn't odd that my sister Christy and I were pretty close. She was two years younger than me, but that didn't mean a thing on the ranch. We both had chores and they were to be done. Period. If they were hard, or dirty, or whatever, that just plain didn't matter. You just did them.

Daddy had been raised in some kind of religious commune back east, and had come west when it got raided by the CIB for some reason. He didn't much like to talk about that part of his life. He met Mom there and they got married after they bought the farm.

You know how people who have been married a long time start to look alike? Daddy and Mummy were like that. If you didn't know them you might think they were brother and sister. She was a lot younger than him, though.

Around our place clothing was functional. What I mean by that was we didn't dress for fashion, but for whatever kind of thing we were doing. If you were going to be rustling steers out of the brush, you wore clothes that would protect you from the brush. If you were mending fence in the heat of the day, you protected yourself from the sun, but only wore enough to do that. So if you were at home, and the weather was nice, and you were doing homework or something, why wear clothes at all? And we didn't, mostly, around the house. Neither did Mom or Dad. So I knew what naked women looked like. I also knew that Dad got boners just like I did. But whenever he got one Mom would giggle and they would go off in the bedroom. When they came out he didn't have a boner any more, and it stayed down. Mine were another matter. Mine lasted a good long time unless I rubbed my dick and got it to shoot off. After about two or three times of doing that it would finally wilt a little.

We went to school by either getting on the school bus that came around at about five in the morning.

I never thought of us as being lonely, or stand offish, or whatever. We didn't see people much, and when we did there wasn't much to talk about. I found out later that lots of people thought we were shy or something. Like the time in my senior year when my friend Bobby told me I should ask Melissa to the School Dance. It was early September, and the weather was about as perfect as it can get in Malacca. I had never been on a date or anything, but I was interested in Melissa. So I went up to her to ask her, and all of a sudden I couldn't talk! It was the darnest thing. She was so pretty, and she looked at me with one eyebrow raised and a half smile on her face, like "What?!"

Finally I blurted out "Dance!" or something equally stupid.

She laughed and then got this funny look on her face. She looked me up and down and then said she could go to the dance with me, but only if I brought a bike to her house to pick her up and we can ride to the dance. She only lived about six or seven blocks from our place, and the school wasn't much more than two or three more, so naturally I said that will be fine. She walked up to me, real close, and put her lips about an eighth of an inch from mine and said "I'm looking forward to this, stud." And then I felt her hand brush the front of my jeans.

Well, let me tell you I sure knew what a "stud" was. The only problem was that I was about as virgin as it was possible to be and still know how to jack off.

So, naturally, when I got home from school that day I decided to talk to my Dad about this. I mean I knew he had all kinds of experience, what with his boners and Mom making them go away and all. I got my chores done quick. Christy was cleaning stalls in the barn, and Dad was doing something in the machine shop. So I went in there an told him my problem.

He stopped the drill press about halfway into my story about asking Melissa to the dance, and how she would called me stud and I even told him she did touched my dick, or at least my jeans right there where my dick was.

He looked me up and down, just like Melissa did and said "I hadn't realized you'd grown up so much Brad. I just plain haven't been paying attention for the last couple of years." Then he said "Your Mommies in town at a meeting and won't be back until late. Where's Christy?"

I didn't see as how it mattered where Christy was, or Mom either for that matter, but I told him and he told me to follow him. He took off to the barn like he had urgent business there. When he got there he went looking for Christy. It turned out she was done with the stalls and was up in the hay mow forking hay down into the stalls we used for our milk cow and any sick animals we might have around the place. He climbed up and I followed him.

He went over to Christy, who saw us coming and stopped, a question on her face. Daddy went up to her and said "Punkin, have any of the boys been asking you out for dates?"

Christy looked surprised and said "Rudy said he wanted to take me swimming some time out at the old strip mine, but I told him I couldn't because I don't have time. I have too many chores to do," she said pointedly, looking right at our dad.

Daddy said "Humpf!" and then, like it was the most normal thing in the world to say, he said "Skin down naked, Punkin, it's time I teach you and your brother about sex." Then he turned around to me and said "You too Brad ... get them off." And he calmly began to take his own clothes off too......